I was a party girl drunk for many years. When I look back at the times I went home with some guy I didn't know, would barely remember because I am a blackout drunk, would never see again and would not want to see again -- I thank God (and that is an authetic thanks) that I didn't wind up with my brains on someone's walls and my murder on the morning news, like the Looking for Mr. Goodbar story.

The only sense I ever showed about it was not bringing them home to my place -- because I didn't want them to ever know where I lived and show up in my life again.